Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

Natalia

Andrei looked like he wanted to argue, but obliged anyway and sat back down on the boulder. I shook my head good–naturedly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I perched beside him and took a closer look at his wound. “Ouch,” I said, hissing through my teeth upon inspecting the gash. It was far deeper than I expected, having sliced not only through the leather wrap around his forearm but the fabric of his shirt and several layers of skin. “That rogue got you good.”

Andrei pursed his lips and watched as I began to clean the wound with a small bottle of alcohol. “I was distracted,” he admitted. “He got me with a knife.”

I quirked an eyebrow at that. David had told me that the rogues were using weapons more than usual as of late, but rogues typically only used stolen weapons or ones that were so old and dull they were basically kitchen

utensils.

This, however, was a far deeper cut than any rogue blade could manage. Not that I had seen, anyway.

As if reading my mind, Andrei pulled the knife in question out of the sheath at his hip and held it up for us both to look at it. The silver blade caught the moonlight, the ruby embedded in the hilt almost seeming to absorb it.

“Pretty,” I said, digging through the first aid kit for some butterfly bandages. “Must have stolen it off a rich person.”

Andrei shot me a look. “Let’s hope the original owner is still alive.”

The chances of that were slim, but maybe a little positivity wouldn’t hurt. I carefully closed Andrei’s wound with the butterfly bandages, then began to wrap his arm in clean cloth. He watched the entire time.

It wasn’t lost on me–the fact that we had done this before. How many times had it been now that we’d tended to each other’s wounds? Three? Four? Or more than that?

Sometimes, especially as of late, it felt like we were two seasoned warriors on the battlefield. The thought almost made me want to laugh out loud; I couldn’t have felt further from a warrior just a few short months ago. But then again, things had changed lately. A lot of things. And maybe having a warrior’s spirit wasn’t so bad now.

When I looked back up at Andrei, there was a mixture of emotions flickering in the green depths of his eyes. Frustration. Tenderness. Anger.

“You’re still pissed at me,” I said. It wasn’t a question.

Andrei was silent for a long moment, and at first, I thought he might not answer at all. But then he sighed and admitted, “I’m… scared.”

I blinked. “You? Scared? Since when?” I blurted out. “Of what?”

Andrei looked a little flustered, the tips of his ears turning red. He looked away. “Nevermind. It’s stupid. Forget I said anything-”

“No. It’s not stupid.” I finished wrapping his arm and turned fully to look at him. “What’s really going on?

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DULCIES Lucip but get the feening at it’s not just about what happened earlier.”

His broad shoulders deflated with a sigh. “It’s… this place. I don’t know. I think I spent so long thinking I would never get you back, and now I finally have you again, that I just…” He rubbed his hand over his face. “I fear losing you again.”

“Look, Andrel, the incident with the drug-”

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